We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.

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Thursday, November 24. 2011

Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;Come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God's own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

The Pilgrims sustained so many deaths in their first year, it's a wonder they did not give up and return to Holland. They maintained their faith, and endured, and were relentlessly grateful for the Lord's will, whatever it might be. Some of the BD's ancestors were there, and survived. We connect.

Besides the wonderful tune, what I especially like about this one is that it makes it clear that the true harvest to be celebrated is not pumpkins and corn and big birds harvested by man, but people harvested by God for His kingdom. Also, it's the first tune I learned to play, on an old foot-pedal pump organ at the farm. You had to brush the mouse shit off the keys first. They lived inside that old organ in the fall and winter.

A happy and blessed Thanksgiving to all at maggiesfarm. You just brightened my day, with the great clip from WKRP, and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir taking us over the top with 'Come Ye Thankful People Come' as only they can do it.

Blessings on you Bird Dog and family -- and Barrister, and Bruce Kesler and Captain Tom and all the other originals.

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